The other day Elliot asked, “Daddy, what’s a chicken nugget?”
I explain it’s a small piece of chicken, and that he had them at Chick-Fil-A. He LOVES THAT PLACE. We’ve only been there two or three times, and he loves it not for the food but for the indoor playground. And so now he asks if we can go there. He promises to eat his fruit (I got him a fruit cup the few times we’ve been). And although there are other children in the playground, he wants me to play with him 😀
